Hot off the press, another night of putrid beats that’ll have your face screwed so tight you’ll need a Phillips to set you straight.
Oozing a set of slimy signals down your ear canal is our fellow delinquent Oward who graced our introductory imprint with a piping hot serving of fuck off With his track ‘Crakz’.
As always bring your best wiggle wellies as our usual suspects are guaranteed to have you wading in sub sonic gloop too strong not to stanky them legs.